Here is what we do for fun 'round these parts.[Truth be told, I'm the one who carefully carved the doggie-door from the box, trying to fashion a box for shipping an ukulele to Albuquerque. Ben was quite disgusted with the result (I don't know how I thought it was going to work)].
It's funny how it's come full circle; some of my best childhood playthings were made from reused boxes. My series of playhouse-forts; the Barbie house Beth made for me (yes, I spurned it at first, but it was a feat of Hawaii-sodden cardboard, bbq skewers and crochet--I'm sorry, Beth!); the sled upon which we slid down grassy knolls at Konawaena. The miniature golf course we tried to fashion from Crest and Sun Flakes boxes. I could go on.
And now, look at me. Still finding joy in life's simple pleasures, and passing on that joy to my domestic partner.
This is what Benj said as he revealed his handiwork: "Maybe if I dress up like a television, Missy Mussy will pay more attention to me!"
To all of Benji's friends who once knew him as a radical, rabble-rouser, channeler-of-all-his-energies-into-world-changing-pursuits, non-TV-watching-book-reader, I apologize. He has come over to my side now. We take turns: I watch The Apprentice for an hour, he plays Grand Theft Auto for an hour.
2 comments:
whoops, my bad! but are you sure you didn't use skewers as curtain rods? maybe we should do all homemade gifts this year.
You evil corrupter of the American way. Oh, wait. Hours of television and video games is the American way. My bad.
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